I went for a run this morning. Luckily where I live, to the south of Bristol, there are plenty of fields and cycle tracks to run across. However, to get to them I have to run down a single track road. The speed limit is the National Speed Limit, so in theory someone can travel 60 miles per hour, if the conditions are safe to do so.
This morning a white van was driving towards me, and I could hear a car coming in the opposite direction also. The white van could see me, and see that I had nowhere to go, but I was not going to stop him on his very important journey. After all, the extra 5 seconds he saved must have made his day. He carried on driving, forcing me to mount what there was of a bank to avoid being taken out by him, whilst his passengers shouted obscenities at me.